Yes, it has been a long time. Yes, I am going to tell you why. Yes… I am a traitor to the unbetrothed kind.
You see on December 23, 2011 I entered a world I never dreamt I would become part of. A world of champagne, giddiness, well wishes and unrequested advice from annoying family members and ‘friends’ you didn’t know you had. I FINALLY became betrothed to Mr. DC, who shall hereby be referred to as the former Mr. DC.
Turns out all this time I had been emailing links and leaving magazine tear outs on the coffee table and on the back of the toilet door (I am also known as Queen of Subtlety), former Mr. DC had actually been making a mental note and paying a visit to one of the subtly mentioned jewellers.
Now I know some of you are keen for details and others are looking for the unfollow button at this very minute and for the sake of former Mr. DC’s privacy I will tell you this and this only… Former Mr. DC must have been planning this one for a while and considering I posted embarrassing details about our relationship all over the world wide web, for all to see over the past 12 months, he must really love me to have delivered what I consider the most romantic proposal a girl could have wished for.
Now before some of you vomit or permanently delete me, due to concerns that I will become a boring, un-witty, obeying, apron wearing wife, I wish to make the following statement:
I, QOC promise to deliver to my readers, non mind numbing, unforgivingly honest and witty prose regardless of my current diamond advantaged state.
I swear to divulge all the dirty, dark details and highs and lows of planning a wedding, along with a continued dedication to taking the piss out of all relationships including my own.
I make a solemn pledge to, in the coming months, potentially become a Bridezilla for your reading pleasure and to never ever use the words ‘hubby to be’, ‘pumpkin pie’, ‘doting wife’, ‘the better half’ or my favourite ‘darl’.
I ask all my followers to please continue to have faith in me and my writing. I may wear a diamond, but I wear it on the outside. Once you become a D.D woman, it never fully leaves you and I promise she will come out to play in all future posts.
So ladies (and a few of former Mr. DC’s mates), it’s time to join me for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I am going to…